Endurance sport by its nature is a reflective endeavor. The results and lessons, do not blossom immediately after an event or workout or method is tried and executed. It takes time, effort, and most notably patience, to reap the full harvest of your efforts in this sport.

I still have not recollected nor formed my opinions on what happened Monday at Boston. It was largely one of the most enjoyable and recollected marathon in my career thus far. I stopped to take in everything I could. The fans, the smells, the hydration, all of it.

It made the race more creative to the open energies of interpretation than any other race I have done. I didn't follow an ideal nutrition plan, or hydration startegy. I also know that in various points of the race I could have picked up the pace dramtically, cruised past my fellow runners whom, I would have once considered obstacles to surpass.
On Monday I didn't do any of this. I relaxed, put up with an injured tibialis anterior, and accomplished my goal of finishing.

In the past three days, I have ridden 322 minutes, or a little less than 5.5 hours. Most of the rides have been in Zones 1 and 2a. But today I scheduled a 90 minute ride, 45 out and 45 back. The first 45 went smooth, but with about 2 minutes to the turn around point, I passed a fellow triathlete on the other side of the road. So I took my time getting to the turn around, then pulled a hairpin turn, in pursuit of my tri-buddy.

About 9 miles later, with the help of Rocket Fuel (see picture) I found him, and blew past him.
Funny thing, I'm never competetive when I run or when I swim, but on the bike, I love to attack.